Pregnant on the digital one…
“Fuck…” I say quietly.
“Fuck!” I shout. I pull my phone out and my first instinct is to call Sable, but I stop. I go to call Marc next, but I don’t wanna do that either. I am sure as fuck not calling my dad. I don’t know what to do. I feel like I don’t have anyone suddenly. Would my best friend really be okay with her father getting me pregnant? Does Marc even want another child? He treats me like I’m his whore, not his girlfriend. Why the fuck would he want to raise a child with me?
I am so overwhelmed suddenly that I can’t think, so I get everything I need to go and shower. I step under the water and close my eyes, letting the scalding water relax me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but the water starts getting chilly right as the bathroom door opens. “Raven?” Marc says.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I’ll be out in a second.”
“Okay. I brought us dinner,” he says. When I hear the door shut, I get out and get dressed before I put the tests in a drawer out of sight. I don’t know how he didn’t see it, but I don’t think he was really looking for anything either.
“You okay?” Marc asks when I come out of the bathroom.
“I’m fine,” I say.
“Are you hungry?” he asks. He steps in front of me before I go around him and walk out of the bedroom.
“No. Go ahead and eat though,” I say.
“You haven’t eaten all day, Raven,” he says.
“I don’t need a keeper. I said I wasn’t hungry,” I snap.
“Clearly you do if you’re not eating,” he says. “When did you eat last?”
“Jesus Christ, Marc. I said I wasn’t hungry,” I say, raising my voice.
“Excuse me. Since when do we yell at each other?” he asks calmly.
“Oh, fuck you,” I say louder. The logical part of my brain instantly regrets the moment I say that. I don’t mean it. I don’t handle stress well and I feel like I’m stuck in a tornado and my whole world is spinning around me.
“What is your goal here, Ravy?” Marc asks. I roll my eyes at him and walk back to the bedroom. I don’t know why I’m taking it out on him. It’s my fault too.
“Go home, Marc. I’m going to bed,” I say flatly.
“No, we need to talk about whatever this is.” he says as he gently grabs my arm to stop me.
“Now you wanna talk?” I ask as I turn around and shove him away from me. He doesn’t hesitate to grab me and pull me closer to him.
He wraps his hand around my throat, but he doesn’t apply any pressure. He simply holds me in place, but I’m frozen looking in his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong, but you need to stop being a child and talk to me,” he warns me.
“Real fucking ironic coming from you,” I snap.
“I know you’re not actually mad at me so you either need to calm down and talk to me or be prepared to get punished for having an attitude,” he says, that warning remaining in his tone.
“Why should I talk to you when you don’t talk to me?” I ask. “Oh right. Because I’m just something for you to use.”
That must have snapped something in his brain because his facial expression changes to something I don’t recognize, and he pushes me back onto the bed. “For me to use?” he asks.
“Marc, I…” I start to say but he flips me and jerks my shorts down. “Please listen to me.”
“Oh. No, it’s too late for that, Raven. Remember, I only use you for your body,” he says as he grabs the lube from my nightstand drawer. I guess I could get up and move, but I very much deserve what he’s about to do. Oddly enough, I want him to punish me. I need to get my mind off of this. I suppose that’s why I was just a bitch to him.
“Marc,” I say again but he ignores me and applies lube to my ass. “Whoa, wait. Hold on.”
“I think it’s time I use this ass, don’t you?”